Application/Character Info
PLAYER
Name/Handle: Kyrie
Timezone: EST
Gender: Female
E-Mail: SorceryGenius@aol.com
AIM/other form of IM (MSN etc): Sorcery Genius
Personal LJ: kyriesanctus
CHARACTER
Name: Nate River/Near/Noir [AU]
Series: Death Note
Canon: Post-Death; after being killed by Kira.
Age: 18
Gender: Male
Profession: Drug Trafficking
History:
Nate River was born August 24, 1991, to a set of parents he soon lost. After being shuffled off to a few different group homes, barely spending more than four months at each one, his exemplary learning abilities landed him a place in the Wammy's House, an orphanage in Winchester, England. Whammy's House is by no means a wonderful place to grow up. Being there, first of all, means that you are parentless, either orphaned or abandoned. It also means you're an oddball, an outcast of society--someone too smart for their own good, someone too obsessive to be understood by outsiders. It also meant, that, unless you were one particular child, you were destined for failure. It you couldn't live up to a gleaming personification of genius, then you weren't worth the time it took to raise you. Everyone struggled to reach that goal, to fit that mold, to become L. Only one succeeded.
They called him Near. An ironic name, which was rather fitting, considering his personality. Since the day he'd come to Whammy's House, he'd been, for loss of a better word, home. That was the day most others lost their hope for success--no one could beat Near. Some even said he was better than L.
His grades and performance were the highest out of a rough 200 or so children. Only one other child, a child called Mello, was anywhere near being competition for him. While Mello seemed to think that Near was his 'rival,' and went out of his way to get his attention, or to try to 'beat' him in one way or another, Near, who had become cold and harsh, not to mention a little twisted, found great pleasure in ignoring him, which of course, only served to flare the quick temper of the older boy.
When he was 13, he alone was called into the office of the man running the orphanage, and given the news that L, the man who he'd been working to become, was dead, and that, naturally, he would be the one to succeed him and work on the case that had killed him, the Kira case; a case where a young man with a thirst for change and a God complex was killing criminals using the notebook of a Death God. Hearing this news, that not only was his idol, L, dead, but that Near had been chosen as the successor, Mello decided to leave the orphanage behind, which of course gave Near a twisted satisfaction as he sat at his window watching him trudge away.
Having been awarded the title of L, Near immediately began researching to recover the data that had been lost when L had died; he had it arranged to be deleted if anything ever happened to him. It was a long task, but, with three years of work, not only had Near managed to find out what L had known, but also a little bit more. During his research, he had also stumbled upon a photograph of Mello. The Wammy's House policy was to destroy all photographs of the children after they left the orphanage at 15; because Mello had left early, there must have been some oversight. Near took it for himself for insurance, mockingly writing 'Dear Mello' on the back. He knew that there would come a time where he could use it to his advantage.
Near had picked up the game right where L had left off, even though a total of four years had passed. First, he would need a connection, and a team to work under him. Convincing the United States' FBI Director that he was the true successor to L was an easy task, and after receiving approval from the President, Near had successfully put together the Special Provision for Kira (SPK), an organization of highly capable FBI and CIA agents.
It turned out he was right about keeping the photo being advantageous. It was almost like dangling a baited hook in front of a fish; all Near had to do was let tiny bits of information trickle out of the headquarters through one of his subordinates to have Mello appear, face covered in a gruesome burn scar and gun pointed directly at him, demanding the photo be given back. Near proposed a trade, information for the photograph. Mello begrudgingly obliged, offering up some of his most valuable information in exchange, although he expressed clearly that it was an unfair trade, considering the photo was his to begin with, but Near felt no guilt about the extortion. Once he’d gotten it back, Mello informally decided to challenge Near to see which of them would make it to Kira first.
In short, Near won the game. Mello, once again taking the more extreme road, ended up getting himself killed kidnapping Kira’s spokesperson before he could really be of any use to Near. When he’d heard about the plan from Lidner, one of his agents, the true successor had thought maybe there would be some way his kidnapping her would reveal something about the true identity of Kira; unfortunately for Mello, nothing of that sort came to pass, and Near’s initial plans went off without a hitch. On the day of Kira’s capture, Near held the real notebook in his hands, after both Kira, the fake L, Light Yagami, and Mikami, Kira’s newest agent, had discovered that the one Mikami had scribbled all of their names into wasn’t real, but in fact, a fake that had been placed by an SPK agent.
And yet, no man was left standing. In a desperate attempt for a win, Kira had scribbled his name on a spare sheet from the notebook he kept hidden on his body. In a desperate attempt to save their boss, the SPK opened fire on the crazed mass-murderer, but the damage had been done. Even though he'd come out victorious, with Kira's influence gone from the world, Near was dead. Justice had been served.
Although the case was closed, it was safe to say the world wouldn’t be the same again. Even a year later, the influence of Kira was still extremely apparent.
Personality:
Brilliant, calculating, manipulative, cold, and twisted, Near is quite possibly the strangest of a strange group, which is part of what is thanks to him receiving the title of successor. In his dealings with most people, he is not above being callous or rude, even sometimes taking pleasure in being harsh or prodding people the wrong way in order to get the results he wants, whether it be something to move him forward in an investigation, or simply for his own amusement. He's been known to taunt people, as well as use their weaknesses against them in order to accomplish his own goals. He is also not above deceit and will lie whenever he feels it is advantageous to him.
Most see him as quiet, or shy, when in fact, the reason for his being shut-off from the world is that he doesn't find any of it particularly interesting or important enough for his attention. In a way, he sees himself above everyone else, looking down on them as if they were toys; mere pawns in place on the chessboard known as the 'world,' and plays with them at will. While he is dissociated with the world, quite frankly, he knows the wrong buttons to push, and isn’t afraid to push them, and takes pleasure in watching them suffer; a true sadist at heart. His attachment to emotion ends there, although he does, albeit rarely, exhibit some behaviors one could describe as anger or irritation. His only smile is a twisted one.
With Near, the ends justify the means. Even if his tactics are cruel, and even sometimes unlawful, his result is always one that is right. He is not afraid to throw anyone into harm’s way, not even excluding himself, although he is careful not to do it too irrationally, as he does have a slight attachment to life. Oftentimes he’s unconcerned with the lives or natural rights of others in order to achieve what he wants, and is quite selfish. While he cannot be described as a ‘man of action,’ there are times when he lets himself be guided by his impulses and instincts, trusting in them to lead him to a conclusion.
He is egocentric, and in some ways, incapable of love and caring about anyone other than himself. At the same time, though, he does what is right for mankind as a whole, such as stopping mass murderers like Kira from being on the lose, although the truth is that, more so than that, criminology fascinates him in a morbid way. He tends to think in percentages.
Third-Person Sample:
There was no getting around death; that much was clear. And for Near, who had always kept self-preservation at the highest of his priorities, such a defeat was more than crushing. He'd lost the one thing, the only thing, that had ever mattered. Himself. And there was nothing to do now, but to lay and reflect on what had been taken from him, as he lay in bed and stare at the cracked ceiling above him, laptop resting not far from his fingertips.
He hated silence like this; prefferred the hum of computers, the artificial light of screens surrounding him, engulfing his dark form in a sea of white, lighting up dark eyes, nearly blinding, and the surge of information usually contained within... A rush. This place, quiet, dark, cramped... It was impossible working conditions for someone like him. It drained the energy from him- leaving him with no recourse but to lay and think, a dangerous pasttime if there was nothing to think on. And so he thought of death.
Heart attacks... Are painful. And not something that should be experienced if you weren't meant to. Having your name written down in a murderous notebook is no way to expire. He deserved more than that, especially after ridding the world of it's biggest villian. No one would know how he died; no one would know he had died, with the exception of the people who had seen him draw his final breath. Maybe that was for the best.
Death wasn't something he wanted to relive. He would, at any cost, protect this life, this second chance, he'd been given- even if it meant going against what morality had previously told him was wrong. He would sell drugs. He would help others ruin their lives. Something he would have put a stop to before was now his profession, his trade- and he was damn good at it. Organization. Ordering people around. Tactics. Flawless, flawless tactics. That was where he thrived.
Sitting up, he pulled the laptop between his legs and tapped a few keys, looking over the plans he'd made. After running several scenarios in his head, he deemed it perfection. The stage was set. Now all he needed was actors. A dark smile crossed his lips. This would be an interesting night.
First-Person Sample Journal Post:
I don't think a journal is such a good idea. For one thing, writing down one's innermost thoughts and posting them in an open channel is the move of a fool. Secondly, considering the nature of this place, it is an even more ridiculous way of leaving yourself open to being traced. I don't expect to use it very often, if at all, for these reasons. The idea of keeping a diary... And for what reason. It's pointless.
I do not do pointless things.
As such; goodbye.